"Well, no," said Sidon, even though that look on her face made him feel like he'd just won the entire world, "not technically yet, though, I assure you, my victory is indeed imminent!

Emboldened by his impending success, he swooped down to greet Vette with a kiss. "Fetch your coat," he said, "and then we'll grab our weapons. Our portal awaits!"

Ahh, nothing quite said romance like 'grab our weapons,' right? Sidon was looking far too proud of himself for this one, really, and rather eager to get going, so much so that if Vette dawdled for a even a moment, he'd be very tempted to just pluck her up and take her there himself.

He liked to think that she wouldn't object to that too strongly.